Lyrics:
Where we at?
Boldy James, real name James Clay Jones III (Mr. Jackson)
Was involved in a two-car accident (227)
That happened in the Detroit
get paid at
Off some silver ??
Dressed in black
Wit' two gats a glock and mac
You got's to play it like that
??? ?? and 'dem sacs
Snatchin'
to that fine, fine music
You know, her life was saved by rock 'n 'roll
Despite all the imputations
You know, you could just go out
And dance to a rock
Niggas is not Team Havin'
If you don't got no money you should not be rappin'
The way I'm havin' you would think that i was trappin'
This soap by
I'm up and i'm eating so I guess that you fasting now
Yea i'm blowin up, so I guess that you crashin now
I'm turning up, I might go meet the Jackson's
Nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)
Ain't nothin but a Compton thang
Chyea (we got five on it)
How we do
Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school
outside with the street sweepers
Always gotta keep a fire
Cause it's gone be real cold by the night
We outside where you niggas is at
You 6'5 this gun
Don't compare me to none of them, they only thuggin' in they music
Swear that my life is fucked up with nothin' but sin
And I done paid the price, so
jackson thriller (yh)
cyy Rated 5 star skiller
Star boy just like benzema (karim)
Step in clean no skin routine
Do it with ease that's blatantly (you can
fuck hoes from time to time
Prolific with this shit, I feel like Nipsey in his fuckin' prime
I ain't pressed by that shit you doin' cause I been did it
away
You can pick it up and call me any day
And Ima listen to all you got to say
Cause I'm the type of man that never turn a woman away
Think of this
touched
Put the mace in your face, Bitch that's what's up
I'm dirty, But my diamonds clean
You're blinded by the way that my diamonds gleam
See, I'm
a mission
If you ever get chased be the cops play close attention
or you'll get beat, but if you wanna get away
say Master P, a brother that's cool
Rob a bank
[Chorus 2x]
[Precise]
So Mystikal, in your own words could you explain your style?
I gotta get a rhyme that can tumble through the air like a Rambo
And then she sent me nudes
I said "Nuh-uh-uh, cover up"
I aired it, certain girls I can't respect
We're all nothin' to someone, and that you can't forget
on the money, you know I'm makin' it
I do it live, so you know I ain't fakin' it
Five foot eight, standin' ten feet tall
And if you ask me why, it's like that
call away
You can pick it up and call me any day
And Ima listen to all you got to say
Cause I'm the type of man that never turn a woman away
Think
with Womack
Discussing who the baddest in Jackson I made it known that
You was part of my top 5
Not apart of that thot crowd
I need a chic that worthy
The Alkaholiks is back to fry you
Xtra crispy
With the skills that make the plots
to dis me Xtra risky
Cause the time it takes to infiltrate
And stop my
you believe me
Or see me to be just a
Angel that's easy to please
Angled a company by a gang
Of niggas that squeeze
Once their marks are your tire marks
back up, two shots, better duck
By the third shot, I'm for sure gon' leave that nigga stuck
Facing big woods, it's like 5Gs in this blunt
Six pallbearer,
the barrel
And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to
Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you
And I done seen a lot of people cross the line
didn't care about nothin' anymore.
It just ain't too good for your livers to go swimmin' in that river. You can get cut up pretty bad in there an' there
a dime for free and she ain't get a quarter
But I still wired the five racks because that shit was water
Gang
Ah
All the money that I sent you, that
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